Hey, I just wanted to give a quick heads up my next few days are supper busy, so I just wanted to say that I can't post until Thurday night, at which point i will do all my post, but I feel obligated to make my PPV match the number one priority. Just wanted to give a quick heads up.

Brandon heard Casimir's threat for keeping on the hold, so he tried as hard as he could to stop himself from screaming, his erection slowly growing from the massage. Suddenly he ended up screaming harder as now Casimir used his massaging hand to crank onto his erection to increase the pain in the hold! His screaming climaxed as Casimir dropped down on his ass, shooting lightning bolts down his spine. Matthew bounced off of his opponent's shoulder and thumped onto the mat.

He could barely move himself as he felt broken by the previous move, and would desperately crawl to the ropes. A few seconds later however, he'd feel Casimir's strong hands on him once more and found himself getting violently thrown into the corner and smacking his head on the pole. It was a surprise he was still conscious, but Matthew turned himself around and tried to walk forwards, only to fall back from the pain and be seated in the corner, gasping for breath.

Casimir had so many ideas going through his head, he didn't know how he could pick just one! He loved it when he had his opponent like this, completely at his mercy; why, he just wanted to do everything to him at once! But alas, that was impossible. The feel of the erection under his hand gave him some ideas, of course, so when he slammed his opponent against the pole and watched him fall against it with a soft groan, he didn't hesitate.

He shifted before he shoved himself forward, subjecting Matthew to a rather violent bronco buster; it was as if he was trying to break the man's nose with his crotch! He stopped after a bit of this, however, before leaning back -- and jumping up, onto the first rope from the mat, and then climbed up to the second. He bounced there for a moment, his crotch moving with him in Matthew's face. Finally, he jumped off, tucking in his knees so he would land in Matthew's lap, aiming to slam a bionic elbow straight into Matthew's head first!

Brandon groaned from the pain as he slowly writhed in the corner, he hadn't ever been through this much pain before, and it was showing. He tried to regain his composure and thought maybe, just maybe, if he was given enough time to get his energy back, he could get a fighting chance again.

That hope soon died though as he looked up at his opponent, staring down at him with his menacing eyes, suddenly Casimir thrust his crotch once again into his helpless face, except this time it was a lot more violent. Matthew could do nothing but endure through the pain as his bulge slammed repeatedly into his face, he thought he was about to get his nose broken when his opponent stopped, and quickly climbed onto the second rope. His briefs blocking his entire view, Matthew attempted to look up only to have a Bionic elbow delivered straight to his head as Casimir landed onto his lap, slamming all his body weight down on him. Matthew was seeing stars, moaned in pain and tried to push his opponent away from him, but due to the physical state he was in, all he could do was lightly press against his chest. Looking up at his opponent, Matthew suddenly spat in his face! "Fuck....you..." He said weakly, he was probably going to regret that....

Watching Brandon writhing in pain was just…perfect. Casimir grinned maliciously down at him, savoring every single moment of Brandon's pain and punishment. Punishment for what? Nothing more than daring to go against him. Daring to think that he could win. Daring to even step into that squared circle against him. He grinned for a moment as Matthew took that bionic elbow with a soft moan in pain, shaking his head at his opponent as he tried to push at him. However, the grin fell immediately as Matthew spat in his face and cursed him. Casimir reached up to wipe the spit off of him, meeting his gaze.

"That's how you wanna play, then?" he asked, slowly standing up. "Fine. We can play that way. I don't know if you'll survive it, though." He mentioned it off handedly, looming over Matthew, his hands gripping those top ropes -- before he began to stomp on Matthew mercilessly, trying his damnedest to hurt him as badly as possible. After a few moments of that, he pulled away, reaching down -- so he would grab for Matthew's pants, moving to try and rip them off of him, hoping to leave him naked in the middle of the ring! How embarrassing is that!

Matthew had a face of anger as he spat back in the blue-haired man's face, he was pissed that this guy thought he could humiliate him in his debut! However as he noticed his opponent's face turn into one of anger and heard his somewhat intimidating comment, Matthew had begun to regret his action. Suddenly he found himself getting absolutely demolished in the corner as Casimir laid in relentless kicks into his chest and stomach, he was pulling no punches and Matthew yelped in pain at each kick. The kicks went on and on and it felt like Matthew was about to get a foot straight through his body from the amount of power Casimir put into each kick.

The kicks finally stopped and Matthew couldn't even move, the onslaught had hurt him so badly all he could do was stare hopelessly as Casimir began to tug at his pants, and suddenly they ripped off! Matthew went wide eyed and panicked as his manhood was out for the world to see! Getting a shot of adrenaline, Matthew would attempt to crawl his lifeless body across the ring, panicking as Casimir laughed behind him. All he could do was brace for impact however as he saw the intimidating shadow of his opponent loom towards him.

Casimir watched him as Matthew went wide-eyed, panicking as he realized he was completely naked in a match that wasn't supposed to have any sex at all. He gave a smirk and laughed, letting him move across the ring, just leaning into the corner. The audience was actively jeering Casimir, something he couldn't help but smirk a bit wider at. He shifted onto the ropes, up the corner, until he stood tall on the pole, grinning widely at the audience. "Now this -- this is the greatest show in the world!" he shouted to them, over the sounds of their jeering and booing, stretching his arms out wide.

And then he did it. He jumped off, tucking in so he could make a textbook moonsault -- aiming straight for Matthew! Of course, he wasn't looking at Matthew at all, just working to measure where he would be if he kept moving. If all went well, he would slam his body violently into Matthew's back, before moving to grab him by the hair and slam his face straight into the mat! He would show this man no mercy.

Matthew, now stark naked and full of panic, continued to drag himself across the ring, he needed to get away from this maniac! He slowly felt his breathing coming back to him, but as soon as it came back it was taken away just as fast, as Casimir managed to hit a picture perfect moonsault, crushing the man once more! Matthew couldn't even scream at this point, only moan out as his whole body felt numb from the pain. Casimir didn't make matters any better by grabbing him by the back of his head and slammed his face straight into the mat!"Stop....I'm sorry..." Matthew weakly said, deep down he knew he wasn't sorry, but he needed something, anything to escape this monster. He wasn't even moving his body at this point, because he knew he wouldn't be able to escape, so instead he focused on his breathing, as it was the only thing he could do.

God, this was a picture-perfect match for Casimir. He grinned as Matthew tried to apologize, tried to beg him to stop. He stood up, looking at him for a moment, giving a soft laugh. "Stop? You're sorry? Y'know, it's funny -- I don't believe a goddamn word you're saying!" he replied, shaking his head. He crouched down, grabbing Matthew by his arm, yanking him up. He supported him for a moment, giving him a small smirk. "Y'know, it's cute. You call that a dick?" he taunted, reaching down and giving Matthew's crotch a rough squeeze.

"Here. Let's show you what a real dick looks like." With that, he reached up -- and moved to shove Matthew's head into his underwear, moving to bend him over and pick him up, starting to set up his dickdriver signature move. But he just held it there for a moment, giving him a tight bearhug as he held him in his briefs, letting his own cock and balls rub into Matthew's face. Finally, he finished it off, jumping up and slamming Matthew's head into the mat, though he didn't let go; he just held on, moving to wrap his thighs around his head in a vicious headscissor!

The look on Matthew's face turned into one of dread as he realised Casimir could see through this ruse and pulled him back to his feet, he could barely stand at this point so he had to lean against his opponent's body just to keep himself stable. His face turned red as Casimir inspected his crotch and squeezed it. "Stop...I'll do anything." Matthew began to protest, but suddenly he heard his opponent's comment, and the last thing he remembered seeing was his face heading downwards into Casimir's briefs and he was surrounded by darkness.

Matthew began to panic as he found himself being lifted into the air! He tried to protest but his opponent's massive balls and cock were smothering his face, blocking his view and his breathing. Brandon was in panic mode as he tried holding his breath, but his opponent had other ideas in mind and began squeezing his body in a bearhug! Brandon screamed out in pain once more, letting his precious air leave his body, but his voice was nothing but muffled against his opponent's crotch and probably did nothing more than turn him on more.

The pain continued for a few moment's until Casimir crashed down to the mat, smashing the top of Matthew's head against the mat. However his body didn't fall as his opponent held onto him and, combined with his oxygen supply running low, felt his opponent's thick thighs engulf his head and began to squeeeeeze, giving Matthew the energy to cry out in muffled pain once more! His opponent's thighs got more thick as Casimir strengthened the hold and Matthew's head disappeared further and further between his legs, he felt like his it was about to get crushed! He could do absolutely nothing though, and had to allow himself to be held and destroyed in the deadly combination as it went on longer and longer.

That was the moment that Casimir lived for; that was the moment that made him excited to get into the ring every day. That one moment where Matthew just looked at him with dread and worry as he realized that this was far from being done with him. He smirked as he felt Matthew screaming against his crotch, working hard to try and keep his breath and failing. Good. He wanted Matthew to suffer. He was getting turned on, which was obvious to Matthew; his cock was already beginning to grow hard against Matthew's face as he locked that piledriver in and slammed him against the mat.

And, just as soon as it was locked in, the headscissor released. Casmir shifted, moving -- and slipping out of his underwear, letting it stay on his opponent's face for a moment. He towered over Matthew, standing tall and proud in his naked and half-hard form, letting him take the underwear off, before he jumped up, landing his ass straight into Matthew's face with a wide smirk. "Ah…you're a good seat. This is clearly all that you're good for!" he remarked, leaning forward and aiming a punch straight for Matthew's torso, giving him a couple of gut punches.

But he shifted off of Matthew once more, giving a small hum. Clearly, he wanted to do a lot to Matthew in a small amount of time. What's more humiliating than barely lasting against your first opponent? He moved to try and pull him into a sitting position, before he wrapped his legs around Matthew, that hardened cock pressing against the small of his back as he yanked at his hair to pull him back -- and stuff him into his armpit in a rough dragon sleeper!